When you’re young,you look for something to worship,you find a uniform,adopt an identity,become a noun. Then you rebel;you resent not having your own identity,you are suicidally disgusted with yourselffor exuberantly accepting a generic …

I want you to be my mistress for a lifetime. I don’t want to carry the weight of the world with you,or perpetually and publicly rearrange life’s building blockswith a goal in mind.That would be a waste …

The lover I still seekis better than me. Infinitely small and large,She has been where I am before,Where they gave her trophies she wouldn’t accept.But you can see them in her eyes. The answer to everything …